It’s mid-March and many still ski, crack through the ice, or watch buds rise on trees and bushes, hoping they know what they’re doing, naked and mad, daring another ambush of winter to conceal them. March is a pale sky wrapped in tortillas. March is a row of huddled trees crouched against the manswarm. March is puddles of worms, fists pressed into pockets, and poems that stay awake all night.“Then you should say what you mean,' the March Hare went on. `I do,' Alice hastily replied; `at least - at least I mean what I say - that's the same thing, you know.'”
- Lewis Carroll
- Lewis Carroll
"March is the month of expectation,
The things we do not know,
The Persons of Prognostication
Are coming now.
We try to sham becoming firmness,
But pompous joy
Betrays us, as his first betrothal
Betrays a boy."
- Emily Dickinson, XLVIII
The things we do not know,
The Persons of Prognostication
Are coming now.
We try to sham becoming firmness,
But pompous joy
Betrays us, as his first betrothal
Betrays a boy."
- Emily Dickinson, XLVIII
On the Vernal Equinox, around March 21st, in Sacramento, California, we have around
12 Hours of Daylight and 12 Hours of Darkness.
12 Hours of Daylight and 12 Hours of Darkness.
Oliver Knudsen is our featured fiction writer for this mid-March issue. He blasts us with three hilarious stories, “Brass Nostril,” “Checkout,” and “What I Did For Summer Vacation Part 2.” His writing is a moshpit of John Irving, Kurt Vonnegut and George Saunders. Read some of his inimitable work and check out more about him in our interview.
Shae Krispinsky draws us in with her mesmerizing ‘noir’ story, “Lilliane Rising.”
Jon Sindell delivers two flash stories, “Crush,” and “Esther Taulitz.” Watch what you step on.
Charlotte Hamrick gives us her flash piece, “The Roach in My Bathroom.” Parallel universes.
Francis DiClemente surprises us in his short story, “Breaking the Surface.” Who’s cracking who here?
Hopefully, the ice is diving into itself and there is the scent of spring in the atmosphere. Enjoy these mid-March tales!